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Merrick
There’s nothing better than a lazy Sunday morning spent in bed.
Nothing, except a lazy Sunday morning that includes coffee in bed.
And a lazy Sunday morning that includes a delectable, naked man snuggled up against me.
That, my friends, is what I call pure bliss.
“Would you ever let some stranger just come into your house and make it over?”
Shifting to my side, I gaze up at Davis. He’s sitting upright, propped against the headboard cradling his mug, watching some DIY show we mutually decided on. The sheet is at his waist, his bare chest too damn tantalizing. We’ve been awake for a while now, and even though it’s nearing noon neither one of us is making any plans to move from our plush cocoon.
We’ve been up….some. We’ve showered together. Brushed our teeth together. Spent thirty solid minutes just kissing one another. We’ve consumed an entire pot of coffee and a second one is currently brewing. We’ve talked and laughed and been content with long moments of silence for hours now.
As I said….pure bliss.
“Probably not. I’m okay in the do-it-yourself department.”
Davis considers that for a moment, then nods. “Yeah, your house is pretty great.”
My house….which could be our house…if I have anything to say about it.
I can almost hear Aiden’s voice, cautioning me toslow my roll. He likes that phrase and he tends to overuse it on occasion. Especially when it comes to me. Especially when it comes to me and my relationship with Davis.
Let’s say that three times, shall we?Relationship with Davis. My relationship with Davis. My relationship.Yeah…no matter how many times I say it, it just doesn’t seem real.
But he’s here now, after having spent the entire night sleeping curled up next to me. He’s here, when I’m certain there are other places he probably should be. He’s here….naked and sleepy-eyed….after spending the evening bringing me more pleasure than I can ever recall having.
Have I mentioned the word bliss?
“How come you’re staring at me with that silly smile on your face?” Setting his cup on the nightstand, he gives me a quizzical look.
A quick check of myself finds that he’s right….I am lying there, staring at him, lost in the fog of a massive crush that’s quickly turning into an intense feeling of love.
I didn’t plan on falling in love with him. I didn’t even really want to consider that I could. I’m not a big fan of heartache, and Davis has all the tools at his disposal to cause me some severe pain. He’s married, first and foremost. He still lives with his wife, even though the marriage is a complete and total sham. And then there’s the little detail that I continue to ignore; until recently, the man was straight.
I fully believe I’m not just some experiment to him. Not anymore at least. We’ve got time invested in this relationship of ours, and even though there are considerable speed bumps ahead, it feels to me like things are looking up. Finally, finally looking up.
Well….a few other things are “looking” up too, I notice. There’s a very distinct tenting in the sheet that’s pooled at his waist. He smirks at me when I give him a questioning look, anchoring his hands behind his head in a deliciously cocky manner.
“Something you need, neighbor of mine?”
Davis grabs the remote, hitting the power button on the TV before setting the device aside. He resumes his position, smiling down at me, drawling, “I need lots of things.”
My, my, my….someone is suddenly very flirty. “Oh? Do tell.”
Reaching down, he gives the sheet a yank, tossing it to the end of the bed and baring both our bodies completely. Scooting down next to me, he runs his knuckles over my chest, my stomach, before wrapping his hands around my stiff shaft. “I need to go grocery shopping.” Stroking up to the tip, he twists his hand slightly and downshifts toward the base. “I need to pay some bills.” Leaning toward me, he shoves his face into the space between my shoulder and head, pressing his lips to my skin. “I need to do some laundry.”
“Very amusing. Try again.” It really is not very easy to form words when my heart is pounding out of my chest and my dick is as hard as one of the stone pavers in my walkway. “Tell me what you really need.”
A flash of something that almost looks like fear crosses through his eyes, but the slight tip of his head tells me he’s not about to let a little thing like panic change his mind. “Can we…can we try…um…something?”
There is nothing sexier than a man who is curious in bed. If I was a betting man, I’d gamble that my handsome brown-eyed man rarely strays from his perfectly chosen sexual path; Missionary position only, very little oral, no dirty talk. Stepping outside those perfectly drawn lines with me is one thing, but asking to be pulled across it is another. I shiver with anticipation.
“Of course. Whatever you need.”
And that’s really the crux of it all. I want Davis to need me, to need us as a couple, to need the pleasure we can give one another. I want that need to be blood-based…in every beat of his heart, in every breath he takes, all the way down inside his soul. I want him to need me as much as I need him, as if the idea of not needing me is too painful to imagine.
